Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.